Chapter 69

Two hours had passed since the kidnapping. The night advanced silently and coldly when a dark-windowed car stopped in front of the side entrance of a run-down brothel, hidden in the shadows of a poorly lit alley.

The rear door opened with brutality. Two men got out and, without any delicacy, dragged Augusto Avelar onto the sidewalk, throwing him to the ground like a garbage bag. One of the thugs opened a bottle of cheap whiskey and poured the liquid over his clothes, hair, and face.